The group from the camping trip got back early this morning, but they've all been extremely elusive until now. Hurley approaches my tent and I smile at him, glad that he came to me instead of Charlie or Desmond. It's much easier to get secrets out of Hurley then the two of them.

"Hey Tia," he greets.

"Hey Hurley. How was the camping trip?"

"You didn't tell anyone about the flashes, did you?"

"No, I didn't. So what happened out there? Did Desmond make the wacky vision come true?"

"So you can keep a secret, right?" he asks, ignoring my question.

"Um, obviously."

"What about Sayid? You trust him?"

"One hundred percent. Hurley, why are you asking me these questions?"

"I'm just trying to make sure. 'Cause we found something out there."

"Like what?"

"Well, more like someone."

Hurley fetched Sayid and brought us over to Charlie's old tent. "What's going on?" I ask Hurley.

"Okay, dudes. We were camping on the beach and four days ago, we heard a helicopter. Only it sounded weird. Turns out it was broken and it crashed in the water. But we saw something jump out the side, so we followed it into the jungle the next morning. Turns out it was a woman."

"A woman?" Sayid asks, looking at the tent. I remember Desmond said something about Penny. Did his girlfriend magically fall out of the sky?

"Who is she?" I ask.

"We don't know. But she knows Desmond."

"So is she here to rescue us?"

"Yeah, that's the weird part. She said our plane was found at the bottom of the ocean. She's here to rescue Desmond."

"What do you mean, 'the bottom of the ocean?'" I ask.

"I want to talk to her," Sayid says. At that moment, Charlie comes out of the tent. "You've already spoken to her?" he asks him.

"Yeah," Charlie says. "You're gonna wanna hear it for yourself."

"And you haven't told Jack?"

"No."

"Good."

Sayid leads the way into the tent and Charlie and I follow. Desmond is already inside, cleaning a wound on her stomach. Sayid bends down at her eye level. "My name's Sayid Jarrah. This is Tia Samuels. I understand your helicopter crashed onto the Island."

"Actually it crashed in the water," she says with a British accent.

"What's your name?"

"Naomi. Naomi Dorrit."

"Naomi, from where exactly did you take off?"

"A ship. Freighter. About eighty nautical miles west of here. We're part of a search-and-recovery team."

"You told my friends the wreckage of Flight 815 was discovered. Did you mean the partial wreckage?"

"No. They found the entire plane off the coast of Bali. In an ocean trench four miles deep. They sent down cameras in these little robots to survey the wreck. The bodies were all there."

"Well, obviously we're not dead."

"Obviously," she agrees with a small smile.

"So if you weren't looking for us, then who were you looking for?"

Naomi turns her head to Desmond. "Him."

"Desmond?"

"My company was hired by a woman named Penelope Widmore. I don't know why, I never met her. She gave us a set of coordinates. We'd be conducting a differential GPS grid search ever since."

"You knew about the Island?" Sayid asks.

"Island? We were given coordinates in the middle of the bloody ocean. We thought it was a fool's errand. 'Til three days ago. I was flying back for the ship when all of a sudden the clouds cleared and I saw land. The instruments started spinning, I realized I was going down so, I grabbed my chute and I bailed."

Sayid turns to Desmond. "Did you actually see her helicopter?" he asks.

"No," Desmond says.

"You think I'm lying mate?" Naomi asks, offended.

"And I take it you have no means whatsoever of communicating with that freighter of yours?" Sayid asks.

"What was your name? Sayid?" she asks.

"Yes."

Naomi pulls out a complicated looking device from under her blankets. It's a satellite phone. "Remind me not to rescue you, Sayid."

Naomi handed the phone over to Sayid reluctantly after prodding from Desmond. Outside, Sayid fiddles with the equipment inside. "So is that like a radio?" Hurley asks.

"It's like a radio, yes," Sayid says. "But I've never seen equipment this sophisticated."

"I have. They use them in the navy."

"So you can make it work?" Hurley asks.

"Army, not navy, Hurley."

"You can still make it work, right?" Hurley says to Sayid.

"I hope so."

"And what about the other part? The part about they found the plane and we were all dead."

Sayid takes a deep breath. "One thing at a time." Sayid finishes fiddling with the parts inside and replaces the back of the phone. He turns it on and an LDA screen appears, flashing the words Locating Channel - Channel Not Found. "There's not a single audible channel," Sayid tells us. "Whatever that interference is, it's blocking our ability to send out our own transmission. If we—,"

"What's that?" Kate asks us, walking up. Oh no. "Is that a radio? Where'd you get it?"

"Uh, the luggage," Hurley blurts out.

"What? You just found a radio in the luggage?"

"Kate," Sayid says. "If I explain, I want you to keep this very quiet."

"Keep what very quiet?"

He explains the entire situation. Naomi, her boat, Penny Widmore, and the phone. The whole time, I'm wishing he would stop, because I trust Kate about as much as I trust Jack. There's no way she'll keep this from him. And I'm right, because she never promises to keep this a secret. She just leaves and heads toward Jack's tent.

Here we go.

Sayid and I pace the edge of camp nervously, waiting on a confrontation from Jack. But our pacing is soon interrupted. "Hey, Tia. Sayid." I hear whispered from the tree line. We walk over and see Sawyer crouched out of sight.

"What are you doing in there?" I ask him. I notice his bare and bloody feet. "Where are your shoes?"

"I was with Locke," he tells us.

"Well, where is he?" Sayid asks.

"He went back."

"Back where?"

"With them. Don't ask me where the hell it is, 'cause it don't matter right now. What does matter is this." He pulls out a small tape recorder from his pocket.

After listening to the tape, I'm positively filled with rage. I can't believe Jack ever trusted Juliet. I can't even fathom what I would do if he was actually working with the Others. But first things first. We need to get Juliet secure. She can't be trusted. "She's not here," Kate tells Sayid, Sawyer, and me as we approach Juliet's tent.

"I noticed," Sawyer says sarcastically.

"She left with Jack," Kate tells us. "He took off right after I told him about Naomi."

"Who's Naomi?" Sawyer asks.

"Why did you do that, Kate?" I ask her.

"Because she's hurt, because he's a doctor, and because he has a right to know."

"Where is he now?"

"I don't know, Sayid."

"Of course you don't."

He starts to walk away, angrily. You know," Kate calls to him. "It might be time for you to tell everybody else about Naomi, too."

Sayid turns his head, but keeps walking. "Play her the tape!" Sayid shouts at Sawyer.

Kate turns to him. "What tape?" Reluctantly, he pulls it out of his pocket and plays it for her. I see the anger in her eyes grow at every word.

Sayid and I have managed to gather up the whole camp that night at the kitchen, along with Naomi, who is still injured, but doing better. We tell them everything, with assistance from Naomi. "So, what, the whole world thinks we're dead?" Claire asks.

"That's not important right now," I say to the group.

"Not important?!" Sun exclaims.

"What do you mean it's not important, Tia?" Claire asks me.

"Excuse me," Naomi says, not giving me a chance to answer. "I'm sorry, don't you people want to be rescued?"

"We kept her a secret to keep her safe."

"Safe from what, Sayid?" Kate asks.

"Safe from Jack. He spent a week with the Others, and he brought one of them back with him. Here, amongst us. And every time we try to get answers from this woman, he prevents her from giving them."

"But it's Jack!" Sun protests. "He would never do anything to hurt us. And Juliet? I believe she's a good person."

"Good person, huh?" Sawyer says. "You basing that on what? Wouldn't involve her taking you to one of their medical stations would it now, Mrs. Kwon?"

Sun's face holds a look of confusion. "How—?"

Sawyer pulls out the tape recorder and plays it. Juliet's voice projects from the speaker. Kwon is pregnant, the fetus is healthy and was conceived on-Island with her husband. He was sterile before they got here. I'm still working on getting samples from the other women. I should have Austen's and Samuels's soon. I'll report back when I know more.

"Where'd you get that?" Jack asks. The whole camp turns toward his voice and he stands at the edge of the group, with Juliet.

"Where have you been, Jack?" Sayid asks him.

"I asked you where you got it."

"You really think you're in a position to be asking us questions?" Sawyer says.

"Turn the tape over," Juliet tells him.

"Stay out of it," Sawyer snaps back.

"You wanna burn me at the stake, here I am, but first, turn the tape over, press play."

Sawyer does so and the voice of my old friend, Henry Gale, AKA Ben comes out of the speaker this time. Juliet, its Ben. I'm sending three teams to extract Kwon the night after tomorrow. We won't have time to run Samuels's or Austen's sample, so if you determine that they or anyone else is pregnant, mark their tents, and we'll take them too. Good luck.

Juliet starts to explain, looking at Sun. "The night I saw your baby on the ultrasound, I told Jack what they were making me do."

"Why didn't you tell us?" I ask.

"Because I hadn't decided what to do about it yet," Jack answers.

"'Yet?'" Sayid asks him.

"I think we've got some catching up to do," Jack says, coming into the group.